Lin Zhiyao grasped the pre-recorded notice from Oxford University, thinking that he had grasped the rope thrown by fate. But she didn't know that the other end of the rope was tied to the scale of eighteen years of family "love", and she was always the weight that could be gently removed.
The moonlight outside the window was very cold on the night when his parents secretly transferred the qualification for recommendation to his younger brother Lin Jianchuan. Their words were even colder: "You are a girl, no matter how good you are, you are still from someone else's family." "He is a boy, and he is the future pillar of the Lin family." The results she earned through staying up late studying hard, the thinking she was proud of, and the Cambridge and Tower she had longed for were as light as dust in the face of the "big picture of the family."
This time, however, the dust decided to rebel against the storm. Between the kind but cowardly younger brother, the mother who is deeply shackles of tradition, and the iron-fisted father, a war without gunpowder quietly begins. Lin Zhiyao faced not only the betrayal of his close relatives, but also the shackles of ideas passed down from generation to generation. The only weapons in her hands are the truth and the will to never compromise.
This is a brutal game about education, gender and self-definition. When family love turns into sophisticated exploitation, when talent becomes original sin, how will a girl take back the life that belongs to her? What price will she pay?
Intent: This is a cruel game about education, gender and self-definition. When family love turns into sophisticated exploitation, when talent becomes original sin, how will a girl take back the life that belongs to her? What price will she pay?